Of Mice and Men

No, sadly, we're not here to talk about literature. Not that I'm not game, if anyone has a favorite novel s/he'd like to rehash, but that's not what I came here to talk about.

No, I didn't come to talk about the draft, either.

I came here to talk about the mouse that recently escaped from a Maine man...three times...and after it's last escape, stole his dentures. That's right, carried them right into his mouse hole. They had to take out a piece of the wall to retrieve them.

The mouse won that round, I think, and apparently he thinks so, too, because the couple insists that the mouse comes out of his hole and stares at his nemesis.

But it could be worse. Several months ago, another news story reported that a man (clearly of questionable character) had thrown a live mouse into his fireplace. Yes, while there was a fire in the fireplace. Oddly enough, the mouse opted not to stay in the fire. Of course, fire being what it is and mice being a little on the hairy side, the little creature carried some flames out of the fireplace with him...and up the curtains....and burned the house down.

The mice are winning.

Which means this discussion may be about literature after all. Maybe the Hitchhiker's Guide had it right all along, and we're really not running the show.

Maybe the mice will do a better job.